Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-101. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.